When I woke up I wanted to write a rant - Wilrieke Sophia

When I woke up I wanted to write a rant. A huge rant about how people get it in their heads to celebrate King's Day (a King more than half of the people don't even support) and gather in huge crowds, ignoring any measures.

I wanted to be angry at my neighbors for inviting twelve people into their small home and garden (the allowed number is one). But I feel numb, sad, and when I saw my neighbor I took a detour to avoid her.

I try to understand what is happening. On the one hand I understand those who believe the conspiracies. They rebel against a perceived danger. I don't agree with them, and a lot of what they share impacts me deeply, as so much is closely tied to extreme right, racist, homophobic material and groups.


Invisible enemy

The group that doesn't care seems to be much bigger. A year ago, covid was a novelty and I guess we all felt the potential danger to our own lives and those we love. We might die.

But the novelty wears off. We may not know people in our own circles who died, and the effects of long covid may not be that visible. The enemy is invisible. Fear wears off. I guess we all know how hard health care workers work, but they have managed so far, right? They can handle a few more months, and how hard is it really to get a few extra beds? The reality of how serious the situations in hospitals is, is hard to grasp when you're not there.

But that reality is hard. Many essential and urgent operations have to be postponed. My dad needs simple surgery on his shoulder. It doesn't threaten his life's, but it impacts his actions and life comfort. Instead of three weeks of waiting, the operation is now postponed indefinitely.


Gut feeling

We get used to the terrible images of countries further away where life is worse. Italy was close last year, and many of us knew someone who was there. India is further away. And when it's not in my backyard, I care less.

We may 'do our own research', but with daily talkshows and the vast offering on internet, there is "information" about everything. Fake news is presented as real. Confirmation biases will ensure we will trust the information which is in line with our opinion about something. Or more spiritually if you will: "gut feeling, heart, or instinct".

People seem to understand danger when it impacts their own life, or that of those closest to them. We will listen to measures when the perceived benefit to our own lives is larger than personal discomfort.



After a year of measures we seem to have numbed ourselves when it comes to understanding the severity of both the pandemic itself as well as the situation in health care. The benefits of getting drunk is massive crowds of people ignoring any measure, is more important than solidarity and getting through this together.

If there's one thing I've learned this last year it is that humanity is not as I naively still thought. Personal benefit is more important than solidarity. True compassion has little to do with spirituality or religion, but more with looking further than our own backyard.


P.s. Moderation policy: Don't even think of sharing comments with numbers that say 'it's not so bad'. It is. If you want to spread worries about the v@ccines (in my opinion it's the way out in the short run), please find another place to share. If you want to share why you do believe it's fair for you to gather in groups and say a big fck you to the rest of the world and all those working their behinds off in healthcare: no. Just no.


Wilrieke Sophia

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